note: just to let you know this is NOT a rated M story. there is nothing sexual in this story. it is supposed to be a sweet story about a devolving friendship. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

It has been about a week since Jack had that very realistic dream about someone coming into her office and nursing her while she was resting on her couch. The person had placed a kiss on her temple and pulled her blanket over her and almost gently touched her cheek. Almost like a parent taking care of a child at least someone with a strong parental instinct. She had been convinced that it was real until she had woken up. She had first thought it was Gibbs, but he had told her that he hadn't been in her office so she had convinced her self that it was just a dream.

Yesterday after the team had finished a big case the team had asked her if she wanted to go out and have a drink with the. At first, she had said no but when Gibbs asked her and told her that he was going she had decided to go too. Bonding time with the team could never hurt. But she had gotten a little too much to drink. She wasn't supposed to work today so she had thought to her self that that last drink with Gibbs wouldn't hurt. She could nurse her hangover at her home today. That plan had changed when they got a big case and the entire team and she had been called in. she had finished her initial profile quickly despite her serious headache and had decided to rest for a moment on her couch until Gibbs would come and pick up her profile. Gibbs was chasing a suspect so it would be a while before he would need her.

Jack lays down on her couch. she closes her eyes. the darkness has a lingering effect on her killing hangover. Her blanket is laying on her armchair on the other side of the coffee table so she isn't going to get up and get it. Moving too much is just going to provoke her hangover even more. As she is laying on the couch she is starting to feel a bit cold but she isn't going to move to get the blanket. Suddenly, while she is resting she feels the warmth comfort of a blanket being pulled over her. the blanket is gently being pulled over her and she feels a gentle kiss being placed on her temple. She then feels the gentle touch of a hand gently touching her cheek. She is lying with her face towards the back of the couch to get as much darkness as possible to nurse her hangover headache. She turns around and slowly opens her eyes. but by the time she opens her eyes fully and her eyes and head have adjusted to the bright daylight there is no one else in the room. She looks down on the floor. Her blanket has fallen down on the floor but she is pretty sure that when she lay down on the couch the blanket was on the chair on the other side of the coffee table. She slowly sits up to not provoke her headache too much. she looks over at her desk where the profile she worked on earlier was. It is gone. Someone must have been in here and taken it. it was probably Gibbs.

Vance's office

Jack received a text from Vance asking her to come to his office. Her headache has gotten better. It has been about 4 hours since she woke up on her couch. she enters Vance's office. Vance is sitting behind his desk.

"Jack come on in." Vance greets and gestures towards a chair across from his desk. Jack enters and closes the door behind her and then takes a seat. She now notices what file Vance is looking at. It is her profile from earlier. He must have been the one who was in her office and put the blanket over her when he went to get to profile. She was subconsciously hoping it was Gibbs.

Considering the nursing and caring actions of the guest in her office earlier she shouldn't be surprised to learn that it was Vance. Since the day Vance brought her back stateside from Afghanistan, he has been caring about her. when he came to visit her at the hospital after she was brought back to the states, he would place the cover over her shoulders and gently touch her face as a father does to his child. He has looked out for her in a very caring and protective way since the day he found her in that hellhole.

"Everything okay, Jack?" Vance asks looking up from the profile he was reading.

"Yeah," Jack says getting snapped out of her train of thought.

She likes how Vance always looks out for her, but he hasn't been nursing her in that way since she moved to DC. They have kept more of a professional friendship since then. So she is puzzled about why he would be kissing her on her temple. She isn't convinced it was Vance. Maybe it was just another dream?